yesterday there was an acorn in my coffee
and i stared at the oddity
and wondered how the hell it got there.
because i sure as hell didn’t have an acorn
when i put together the grounds and filter and hot water
but nevertheless
i drank
and let that acorn swallow down my throat.
it didn’t go easy
it hurt a lot
and took a lot more liquid
than any pill i’ve ever taken
but with my hot drink
i let that oddity dissolve down
and i thought about something else.
but through my ignorance
my stomach began to boil.
i grew the attention of squirrels
and that night
they plotted on me to feast.
from my stomach
hatched a tree
and that night
i grew branches.
from my windows
armies planned my attack
they broke through the glass
and through my new skin of wood
i crushed each and every one.
this morning
i found myself
rooted in an evergreen forest.
from all i could see there was
only oak tree i could be.
i have never
been touched
by the birds who sing.
only now
do i
have hundreds of rings.
